Bonds

While organizing my contacts yesterday, I added Mr. Ding on WeChat, which brought back memories of my high school days. Mr. Ding was a physical education teacher and soccer coach. He was fiercely opposed to evil and had a clear sense of right and wrong. Although we didn't have much contact, he had a profound influence on me.

I first met him in my third year of junior high. It was during the city's football league that year. A match he was supposed to play in went wrong, and we unfortunately lost the championship. That afternoon, he was leading his team in the high school football league final against Hangzhou Greentown, managing a 0-0 draw before losing on penalties. That afternoon, I was full of confidence; my three years of high school would be my chance to make up for this lost championship. Later, I entered his high school. My first impression of him was that he was very fierce, always yelling and scolding. His football team was all from Xinjiang, and we couldn't compete in our first year and didn't get to participate in the league.

In our second year of high school, we made it to the finals, still facing Greentown. But things were different now; we suffered a crushing defeat. Due to pre-existing grudges and some of the opposing team's actions, we almost came to blows. Mr. Ding was always the first to intervene. In the end, we were punished. That year, my mentor from junior high school suddenly passed away. At his memorial service, I stood in the last row, unable to believe I could see his tears.

In our senior year of high school, he became our physical education teacher. It was through this that I truly got to know him. He was bold, righteous, and hated evil. Every time there was a game, he would sit on the sidelines with a stool to direct the team, sometimes cheering loudly, sometimes scolding them angrily. I didn't know how to approach him, but I could sense that he cared about us; he just didn't say it easily.

After the college entrance exam, we rarely saw each other again, but I felt I was getting closer to him. Every time I did something, I would think about what it would be like if he were me. Although it wasn't very obvious, looking back now, it's true.

Some people are like that; they may not be that important at the time, but they can influence your entire life. A person's character isn't determined by what others say or what you see; it requires careful observation and understanding.

As we grow older, the number of people who are truly good to us decreases, so we learn to cherish and remember those who are.

The process of becoming independent is painful, but you must persevere through the hardships to find your own path. You are no longer a student, no longer protected by other students; you must learn to bear all kinds of pressure and difficulties on your own. If you give up, perhaps this is how your life will end. Would you be willing to accept that?

I am grateful for the wonderful people I have met in my life.

Thank you to everyone who has helped and followed me.